DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN 'THE LAST OF US', NAUGHTY DOG DOES.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
A five year old girl screamed for her mother.
"Yes, I'm here, Krysey, I'm here." The mother shushed her child to sleep.
Two years ago, an outbreak occurred, starting out in the north, though traveling to the south. In the beginning, people gained symptoms such as headaches, fevers, and abdominal pain. Rather sooner than later, scientists discovered that it was from oil leaks, trying to find an antidote for the disease. Many of the scientists thought that it was a passing disease, easily cured. Only one group of scientists, people had known them by 'fireflies', had gone into a new level of depth, thinking it was more than a disease.
As time passed, the group known as the fireflies had, unfortunately, been right. People would mutate into creatures, transferring the disease through biting and scratching. No one knew what to do.
Many people started to call them walkers, zombies, or creepers. Once the government had obtained a somewhat good handle on the situation, they established their own names for them: Creepers, Stalkers, Walkers, Clickers, and Bloaters.
The fireflies, were not as friendly with the government as everyone else. When the fireflies told their theory to the other scientists, they were told that they were insane for thinking such a thing. Their division in the scientific fields had been shut down by the government for even suggesting such an unorthodox idea.
Many people were effected, but almost six months into the outbreak, the government showed some stability by putting up quarantine zones in each of the five most populated areas in the United States and posted military guards everywhere.
Many people perished, about 2/4 of the United States' population. In the turn of events, everyone relied on the government for stability and aid in the situation. Some people loved the government for their help, but some, like the fireflies, didn't.
Not everyone in the QZ's praised the government for everything they had done. Many people that lived in the QZ's only stayed because of the security in the QZ's, but some just stayed for the food.
Some people were even helping the fireflies from inside the QZ. People would take the medicine and weaponry to outside of the city and hand the items off to the fireflies.
Though some, like who this story is revolved around, helped the fireflies for aid and help, and someone to always have there.
A mother rushed to her daughter's bed, quickly shaking her awake.
"Kryse, wake up now! Hurry!" A four year old brunette girl yawned, stretching her arms out. Her cerulean eyes fluttered open, revealing two tires eyes.
"Yes, mommy?" The woman quickly pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her close.
"Honey, get your shoes on, we're leaving." The girl's face scrunched up in deep thought.
"But mommy, where's daddy?" Her mother's eyes looked sorrowful, almost apologetic.
"Daddy isn't coming." The girl frowned.
"But mommy! Daddy has to come!" The mother frowned, and brought her index to her lips.
"Lower your voice, Kryse. Please." The girl nodded, complying with her mother.
The little girl wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and her legs around her mother's waist. The little girl's hair reached down to the upper part of the back, covering her Winnie the pooh pajamas.
The mother, Kacie, grabbed a blue bag from Kryse's purple closet and began to pack all of her clothes. Kacie was trying to contain her tears for her daughter's sake but little droplets still fell. The little girl's tiny and slim fingers wiped her mother's cheek from the watery tears.
"Don't cry, mommy." The mother lightly smiled, kissing her daughter on the cheek.
"I love you, Krysey." The girl giggled, liking her nickname.
"I love you too, mommy."
Kacie packed her 1987 wagon volvo with her suitcase and Kryse's backpack full of clothes and a few photos. She pulled out of her two story house's driveway, not sure where to go next.
Kryse sat back in her car seat, still wearing her pajamas but with sneakers. Kryse was 3'3'', with olive oil skin. Kryse resembled her mother in many ways, same eye color, hair, and facial features. Even Kryse was only four years old, she looked very mature for her age.
Kacie has short brown hair, reaching her shoulders. She wore blue jeans that reached her knees and an old 'Cowboys' t-shirt. Kacie had her hair pulled into a short ponytail, showing bruise marks around her neck.
Kacie and Kryse lived in Dallas, Texas with Kacie's husband, Kryse's step-father, Shane. Kryse's father had died in a car accident, along with Kryse's brother when Kacie was still pregnant with Kryse.
Kacie had soon found love with a man named Shane, ten years older than her, thirty nine. She moved in with Shane and had Kryse only a month after. When Kryse turned two, things at home had gotten complicated. Shane would come home after work, drunk. At first, he only abused Kacie verbally, telling her how she sucked at being a mom and how dumb Kryse would grow up to be.
Kacie ignored all of his hateful comments, wanting to get him to go to alcoholics anonymous. Shane caved and went to meetings twice a week. Only after about a month, he had come back worse than ever. He had started to beat Kacie.
Kacie only stayed because of Kryse. Kryse had grown to love Shane, not knowing of his bad side. Shane loved Kryse like his own, but his feelings for her soon shifted. Kacie noticed her lingering gaze on Kryse when she was playing with her dolls or swimming. Kacie refused to believe it, but when she came home from work one day and found Shane tickling Kryse, his touches lingering dangerously close to her lady parts.
Kacie had a huge fight with Shane, wanting to end their marriage. Shane soon found himself beating her and slapping her. Kacie hatched a plan to leave Shane for good. Only after one day, she took Kryse and left.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Her mother's features softened and smiled.
"Tommy's." The little girl in the backseat squealed.
"Yay, mommy! Tommy is nice! Big big doggy!" Kacie broke out into laughter, knowing how Kryse loved Shaggy, Tommy's German Shepard.
Kacie soon pulled into her life long best friend's house, Tommy's.
Tommy and Kacie knew each other from high school, all the way to present day.
Tommy had been through some rough things, his wife's passing only a year ago due to a brain tumor. Kacie had been there for him, knowing how it felt to lose one's true love.
Kacie was a little concerned about the time of night it was, well past midnight, afraid that Tommy would be mad. She soon found herself calling herself crazy; once she told Tommy about the predicament, specifically Kryse's, he would accept them into his home.
Kacie rung the doorbell, hearing Shaggy's barks from the other side of the door. A few moments later, a sleepy looking man opened the door.
"Kacie?" The man had somewhat long blond hair, blue eyes, and about 6'5. He also had olive oil skin, a little darker due to the Texan heat.
"Shane." A look of realization dawned on Tommy, standing aside to let Kacie and Kryse to come inside. Kacie held Kryse's hand, walking inside with their bags flung over her shoulders.
Once Kacie put the items down, Tommy made a pot of coffee, handing a mug to Kacie, and a bottle of warm chocolate milk to Kryse. Tommy ushered them to sit on the couch, sitting down himself.
"What's the matter?"
Kacie proceeded to tell Tommy everything. She told him about Shane coming home drunk, abusing her, and about him beating her. When she told him about Kryse, Tommy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth together.
"The bastard touched Kryse?" Kacie nodded, turning to the giggling Kryse. She was playing with Shaggy.
"I'm going to kill him." Tommy stood from the couch and went towards the door.
"No!" Kacie grabbed hold of his arm, refraining him to do so.
He turned to her and said, "Hell no, Kacie! He can't just touch Kryse and think he's going to get away with it. Kryse is only four f***ing years old, Kacie! The sick bastard's a pedophile! He needs to be locked up for touching you and Kryse!"
"You don't understand, Tommy! You think I don't know what will happen if I take him to court? Kryse will have to testify. She will have to tell the jury about what Shane did. I can't put Kryse through anything else. Like you said, Kryse is only four!"
"Shane can't get away with it either." Tommy growled.
"And he's not. I just need to stabilize my family and get Kryse far away from that son of a b****." Tommy nodded reluctantly.
"Alright. You can stay here for as long as you need," he turned to Kryse, "Kryse, do you want to see your room?" The girl nodded tiredly. Tommy sighed and picked her up, Kryse resting her head on his shoulder.
Kacie followed Tommy up the stairs, ready to finally get some rest.
A/N: Hello, readers! I know I haven't been consistent with updating Taboo and Trust, but this plot has been stuck in my mind since day one. I need to announce something VERY important. KRYSE is the MAIN CHARACTER. This story will be Kryse/Tommy, but much later in the story (in Kryse's teens).
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